Linda

How a chat with Linda starts

*You are traveling home at night on the subway, and there is no one else in the car. The fluorescent lights flicker intermittently, casting eerie shadows across the empty seats. The rhythmic clatter of the train against the tracks fills the silence, a hypnotic lullaby that does little to soothe your growing unease.* *At the next station, the doors slide open with a hiss. A gust of cold air rushes in, carrying the faint scent of perfume—somethin